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OLIVIA YANKS HER SHIRT DOWN, jogging down the stairs and turning around into the kitchen but pauses the she sees her parents, Allison and James, sat at the kitchen table, a pile of pancakes and different spreads on the table. Steve sits at the table too, not very amused. "Morning love, I made your favourite. Pancakes." Allison beams as Olivia slowly walks over to them.
"I don't eat breakfast in the morning, Mom. But you'd know that if you weren't such a shit parent." Olivia grins, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of alcohol, it's half drunk from the other night. James goes to object but Olivia just ignores him, pouring a small cup and drinking it. "I'm off too school, I'll see you later Steve."
"Please. Wait." Allison calls out standing up, Olivia doesn't stop, opening the door, "Via." This name makes her stop and turn around, narrowing her eyes. She stalks over to the table, grabbing the plate of pancakes, pulls the pancakes off and throws the plate at the wall behind her mother's head.
"Go to hell you piece of shit." The girl sneers, turning on her heel and leaving the house, slamming the door so hard that it shakes the whole house. James stands up, walking towards Allison.
"Just give her time, she'll come around." James reassures the mother.
"I should've never of done those things to her." Allison shakes her head, wiping a stray tear.
"Your right." Steve stands up, dropping his plate into the sink. "Olivia almost died because of you, multiple times. She's traumatised, and she was finally starting to become happy again and you just have to show up after she's had a fun night. She's got friends, she's got a life and she is happy, why can't you just leave us alone. We put rest to this family a long time ago, so just fuck off."
He leaves too, slamming the door even harder then Olivia, it almost shatters the glass.
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OLIVIA WALKS INTO THE AV room, just as Mike had instructed her too do. The four boys, plus Max, sit around the table. "What the fuck do you want? I have places to be, things to do." She mumbles, rubbing her head and closing the door.
"Alright moody bum." Dustin mumbles, "I have something cool too show you."
"If it's another one of your massive boogers I swear to god-"
